Biography: Damon left Rhode Island for New York at 15 years old. After the death of his mother when he was 10 he became increasingly silent, until the only person he would talk to is his neighbor from across the street, 89-year-old widow, Mrs. Delvey. They used to chat about everything: how to keep annuals coming back, how to get out unruly wrinkles, and where to hide your precious stones in a hurry.
He hopped a bus one day with a bag of clothes and a generous donation from Mrs. Delvey to, as she said, “”try again.”” He always thought she meant something along the lines of getting a new life, a new chance; so he left his old one behind and headed out.
He’s certainly struggled to get by, but he’s used to it by now. Nothing’s ever been easy for Damon, so he doesn’t really expect it to be. He stays silent most of the time, but he managed to fall into a group of people with similar outlooks on life. His friends urged him to release his feeling somehow. That’s how he got into art. His landlord urged him to pay his rent. That’s how he got into dog walking. Damon enjoys both these things. Neither requires much chatting with others.
Nowadays he lives by day-to-day, enjoying the simplicity of living but remaining keenly aware of the trouble that permeates the world he walks through. He has a nasty cigarette habit and a penchant for smoky night clubs where he can sit and enjoy the music without anyone bothering him but the server every once in a while.
He’s had a few relationships but has really never been able to make a real connection – or really wanted to for that matter. He doesn’t think he’s ever been in love. He loved his mother – he knows that. He might have even loved Mrs. Delvey, but in a motherly way also. However, there’s still something that he often feels is missing. The little bits of esoteric knowledge Mrs. Delvey used to share; the long walks that his mother took him on as a kid; the company of someone who doesn’t make it feel like anything but existing. He doesn’t seek this now, but there’s a part of him that hopes it will come strolling by one day. Read more about Damon here.
Agency: Fast Travels, Inc.